Some Limericks

A Banker named Soloman Strutty,
Thought the rest of the world Nutty,
But in secret he’d drink,
Several gallons of ink,
Then dance in the nude on wet putty

There was a young man named Perkins
Who was mad for eating small gherkins,
One day at tea,
He ate forty-three
And pickled his internal workins

That tortured old soul King Lear
Was a martyr to chronic diarrhoea
He’d sit on his throne
Admit a loud groan
And no one else would go near

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